Tides clashing on the rocky shore,
louder than a lion's roar,
agitating the ocean floor,
echoing like a devil's snore,
knocking on her mind's door,
rumbling aloud, more and more.
Her, trying hard to ignore,
'cause they always find a pore
through her soul, that's terribly sore.
These tides that she used to adore,
are nothing now like they were before.
It all sounded like a folklore
when she said,"they robbed me of mi amor"(my love).
~©Jashaswini_Mishra
The Poetry Hub✍️ 
Is beautiful, Jashaswini. ❤️
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Thanks for your kind appreciation.
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You’re most welcome.
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Lovely!
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Thank you so much 😊
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the tide was ebb
the nip had a rip
so i had to sip yet again~
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Lovely 👍
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ty . glad you liked it. your prose was quite good.
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Thanks for appreciating.
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that s what this community is all about.
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it s like the old beatles song cry baby cry. with the king and queen of marigold and the duchess of kirkalde, always smiling and arriving late for tea!
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Wow…nice lyrical reference ☺️
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that s john lennon. the flip side is everybody s and their monkey
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come on is such a joy. drill me . thrill me. finish what dr wood will not.
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it is a true pleasure.
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The sound create vibration in the body that reflect it’s deepness.
Well quoted.
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Yeah I do agree. Glad you liked it.😊
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The using of Mi amor is perfect in this
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Thank you so much 🥰
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